Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: When the sun goes down on my side of town, that lonesome feeling comes to my door, and the whole world turns blue. There's a rundown bar across the railroad tracks. I got a table two way in the back, where I sit alone and think of losing you. I spend most every night beneath the light of a neon moon. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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